𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓

Chapter 3

Mother Knows Best

Chapter Three

Clumsy

After his mother had met up with him and his father in the chemistry classroom (where Severus Snape could be found more often than not), they said their goodbyes and left Draco to his last year at Hogwarts Academy. His mother leaving him with the key to his room and a kiss on the cheek that would've been very embarrassing had anyone else been around to see it. His father leaving him with an 'I trust you know the way to your room' as he did every year. However, when he tried to open the door to said room, he found his key didn't work. All of the rooms at Hogwarts, even the dorm rooms, needed a key to get into. He figured that either his mother had given him the wrong key or the locks had been changed. Both of which were highly improbable.

He was heading to the Headmasters office for an explanation when he bumped into professor McGonnagal, who told him that Dumbledore was busy at the moment. Thinking that she might be able to help him, he had told her about his problem.

"...I've been what now?"

"I said 'you've been moved, Mr Malfoy'," she repeated with seemingly endless patience.

Draco blinked. "Do you know why?" he asked slowly, completely confounded.

"You don't? Headmaster Dumbledore said that your mother requested it," she explained, wondering why he didn't already know this.

Draco took a moment to process this, lips pursed. "My mother... Okay. Where my new room then?" he asked. Maybe his mother got him a better one. That wouldn't be too strange.

"Room number sixty-six, bed six, I believe he said," she told him.

Draco quirked an amused eyebrow. "Six, six, six, huh?" he mused, his confused look disappearing for a moment before coming back three fold. "...Wait, what do you mean 'bed six'?" he asked. Private rooms only have one bed, after all.

"Well, you've been switched to the dorm rooms," she said, confused herself. She made a mental note to have a talk with Dumbledore about this later. Why would Mrs Malfoy put her son in the dorm rooms, but not tell him about it? Why would she put him in the dorm rooms at all, for that matter?

Draco went absolutely still and stared at her for a moment, wondering if he was hearing things. "Perhaps I heard you wrong, Professor. Did you just say that I've been moved to the dorms?" he asked, waiting for her to correct herself and almost sure that she would.

McGonnagal sighed when she saw another family come in and grabbed her clipboard off the desk beside her, ready to assist them. "Yes, Mr Malfoy, you heard correctly. Now if you don't mind-"

Draco's patience snapped. "Of course I mind! There must have been a mistake. There is no way I can stay in the dorms. I demand another room!" he interrupted, outraged and much louder than necessary, attracting the entire lobby's attention. His eyes had gone wide and he might have stomped his foot on that last sentence. Mrs McGonnagal glared at him.

"Mind your tone, Mr Malfoy! Everything has been done. Your old room has already been given to somebody else," she said sternly, patience wearing thin and not in the mood to deal with a demanding Malfoy, or any Malfoy, really. Yes, she would definitely be having a long talk with Albus soon.

"That's insane! My mother would never have done that! You just wait until my father hears about this!" he huffed.

"Feel free to call him, then," she told him, motioning impatiently toward the telephone on the desk beside her and walking away from the spectacle the blond boy was making.